Friday. Another day toward Christmas. Seems like it is so far off. Not much spirit. Too commercial. Looking back, my most memorable gifts were my socks. None of those fancy ones-just my own knee high, some darned using a wooden black darning ball. Inside my sock rare delights like an apple, orange, balck and white Scottie dog magnets, a fragile clown who could jump, a yoyo candy cane, and beloved chocolate. I must not forget bubble gum, so hard to chew after the war. Waking up before dawn to find that overflowing, lumpy-sometimes darned sock on my bed was thrilling and cold. There was no heat in my bedroom. I could see my breath. Colder inside than out. Frosted window panes with lacy designs. Ah,as I write this Im there and this makes me so happy. The simple things in life. This frigid morning, as Im seated in my warm apartment, I yearn for yesterday! Off to meet several childhood friends at Panera. Theyll know what Im talking about. Yes, they will!
Posted on: Fri, 05 Dec 2014 14:30:18 +0000
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